[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]Following Escort To Prison[/center][hr]

[Color=DF0101]"Josephine, I am all willing and intented on planning our Plan B so to speak, don't get me wrong. But I am inclinded not to make it apparent for our current captors that we are doing it right behind their backs."[/color] Haakon leaned in and whispered back to Josephine, a seriousness washing over his hushed voice that he himself not entirely recognized. He agreed wholeheartedly with her, they needed to have a plan for escape and, or, contacting the Lord-Major if things went sour. And that was excatly what this whole venture tasted of now. 

What the man continued to say didn't help in that matter. At first Haakon gave a puzzled look at Josephine, not realizing who it was they had handed off to the local police. His eyes opened wide. [Color=DF0101]"That Abbas-character, he's lied to the police, probably to clear his own name and smudging ours...But how can they believe him? He just escaped from the prison!"[/color] Haakon's little faith in the Egyptian police was further deterioting, for how could it be that a journalist and American movie star was taken to prison in such a vehicle just because a criminal said so? He really didn't like this. [Color=DF0101]"Okay dear, how do you propose we contact the Lord-Major? Send the Corporal back to give him a message, get someone else to do it, or telephone him from the prison? Any ideas from your time on the silver screen?"[/color]